Joe Horton:
Too bad you can't be a prophet in your hometown
No more yelling in deaf ears ' Fuck this whole town
[Suit up and eat your breakfast soldier ' Hold the fort down]
Yea I bet I burn that fucker down before I pucker up
Stuck on the cusp of a new age of human consciousness
but don't think because I talk like Alan Watts that I won't rock this shit
Name dropping the dead ' Finger to obelisk
Damn the ominous storm and them totems I Fou-caulted 'em
and threw some lye on their ovum
so nothing ' not even hope'll grow
flick a lit match in slow-mo
it flies like a flaming moth wing
out of the many optics on me not a one could stop me
I grab my gas can and then split with a squeaky conscience
Chorus:
All I hear is ‘your side, my side, borderline, chalk line
Brotherman which side are you on? Which side are you on?
Somewhere between midnight and the thin light of a new dawn
Insane word ‘ Insane Insane World
Crescent Moon:
I used to be your only son ' Made me feel like an only child, now I’m not the only one
But that dish is overdone ' Feed it to the fire and join the choir of lonely tongues
This whole city is a crime scene ' Everyone’s a suspect if you’d seen what I’ve seen
I’m just a pixel in the widescreen ' Bracing for the bullets when they hit me with the high beams
The sky blurs like someone else disguised her
Now my sides hurt and there’s Xs where my eyes were
synthesizer send a soul to save me ' Retroactive raise me, September 1980
Eleventh day, maybe, somewhere around noon time
Too late for baptism ' Too early for moonshine
Choctaw bloodline ' Blurry as the chalk around the body of my brother
on the wrong side of chalk line
Hadn't listened to P.O.S since college, but instantly recognized his voice on the speakers in a bar last month. Proceeded to have "sleeperdrone/superposition" shatter my world for the next 9 minutes. grimmnist